A lot of the cow herder history has been lost or forgotten.
Here are a couple of short stories [abbreviated] from a manuscript I am writing titled "Forgotten Legends of West,Texas".
From: Guff Lafoon...We was working for the Pitchfork Ranch and we was building a fence. We streatched wire for 14 miles straight without making a turn. My pard was riding horseback and I drove the wagon. I had left the diggers at the last place some miles behind and we had to go back and get them. We made camp and had bacon, beans, and onions. We spread a tarp over the wagon bed and slept on the ground under the wagon. TThe tarp kept ou the cold. My pard was a card for sure. He would poke me in the ribs and then fart like a wild mustang. I was glad when that job was finished.
I slept on the ground out in the open for four straight years while herding cows. On night some Pitchfork cowboys weent to Guthrie and they tied on a good drunk. When they got back to the ranch there were some wild white ducks in the yard. One cowboy was so drunk he thought is was his bed so him passed out in the middle of the front yard. Th next morning the ladies of the house looked out and here was a naked cowboy laying out there in the dirt. The boss went and woke him and asked hm just what in hell did he think he was doing.
The cowboy, still drunk said, "I went to bed and my Mamma always told me I should never sleep in my clothes so I took them off last night before I turned in."
I expect that caused a STIR.
The 6666 ranch was owned by Burk Burnett and I would have to check my files to see who owned the Pitchfork. The King Ranch was not in this part of Texas.